Chapter 390 The Dark King Is Coming Again

Diagonal alley deep, in a relatively spacious small square.

Fireworks, banners and landing runways were built here, surrounded by countless wizards.

In the distance, the first chariot came, flying from the other side of the sky in the face of the moonlight.

"Here! Come!"

"Who is that? Who is the first place?"

"There are chariots chasing them behind!"

Discussions were mixed with warm cheers, and the people in the crowd were ready to move, but as soon as they lifted the wand in their hands, they would disappear from the crowd.

It seems like it has never appeared.

High in the sky, Harry and Draco both launched the final sprint. Draco kept waving his wand and launched a bombardment attack on the motorcycle in front of him.

However, it did not affect the other party at all.

"Damn guy."

He gritted his teeth and watched Harry cross the line and landed on the track before he landed together.

"Gentlemen, ladies--"

Ignoring the cheers in my ears, Harry walked out of the car, reached out and held Hermione.

The little witch's face was not at all relaxed, and she kept muttering about the scores.

Next, the calculation of scores requires reference to other items, and finally the final comprehensive total score will be concluded, and the ranking will be finalized.

Until the last moment, her heart would not fall at all.

The opposite is the other person.

Harry was surrounding the surroundings, smelling a strange smell that made him feel a sense of uneasiness different from Hermione.

Draco jumped off the flying carpet, approached unhappily, and muttered dissatisfiedly.

"What's wrong" Draco approached and listened to Harry muttering like this.

"What's wrong?" Draco looked around. He was still quite sensitive. He was familiar with Harry's expression for so many years.

Of course, he is not the only one.

There is another person who is more sensitive than him, and that is Ron.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Ron said nervously: "Is it a good or a bad thing? Is it a game?"

Harry suddenly came to his senses, looked at his friends, and shook his head: "It's just a feeling, don't be too nervous."

"Idiot." Draco curled his lips and then began to ask: "What did you catch in your first project?"

Suddenly, his eyes swept to his parents.

Old Malfoy's face is now as white as frost, with the tendons on his neck protruding, and under his seemingly calm expression, there seems to be an undercurrent.

Draco's face became weird and looked at Harry again, his eyes kept spinning.

Finally, he and Harry looked at each other, and the two nodded slightly silently.

But that's all.

until--

In the distance, along the streets of Diagon Alley, you can see the far top of Big Ben.

Suddenly, a green light appeared from the Big Body. It was like an aurora, or a special festival skylight, falling straight on the sky and clouds.

The people in Diagon Alley were excited and their eyes fell on the sky over there. Perhaps in many people's imagination, it was a performance or fireworks for the competition.

Then the light began to twist, shrink, and transform into figures.

In people's expectant eyes, an extremely huge skeleton appeared, and a big python emerged from the skeleton's mouth, like a tongue.

As they were watching, the skeleton rose higher and higher, growing bigger and bigger, as if looking down at London from a high place. It was like a new constellation against the dark night sky.

"Dark Mark!!"

Someone exclaimed.

"It's a mysterious person!"

For a moment, all kinds of noise appeared and people began to panic.

At this moment, a wisp of flame appeared from the skull. Its fire was extremely fast. With just a moment of rushing, the flame spread instantly, wrapping the skull.

The next moment, a crisp chirping sounded throughout London appeared.

A phoenix flew out of the flames, and it sprinkled with red and golden fluorescence, like a meteor shower falling from the sky.

"It's Dumbledore!" Hagrid's shout appeared, his voice overshadowed all the noise and hustle and bustle.

"Dumbledore! It's a Phoenix!"

"Sure enough, this is a performance!"

People started to cheer, as if this had been characterized as a show to clear away the haze of mysterious people, a fireworks show.

On Big Ben, Dumbledore looked solemn. Next to him, a Death Eater in a black robe had half kneeled on the ground. Although he still had a breath, he had no spirit.

His right wrist had been broken and his wand fell to the side.

"It almost caused an accident," Dumbledore muttered, but instead of leaving, he stood on Big Ben and looked down at it all.

Mu En's words echoed in his mind, and the old wand was rotating casually in his hand.

‘A extraordinary thing led by Voldemort is about to happen. ’

This is the only thing he knows now.

Then, his eyes fell into the sky and into the darkness.

There, a man in a light blue robe was standing quietly in the sky. Apart from the robe that was blown by the wind, there was no sign that he had any connection with the world.

It can even be said that without the backward robe, he was even like a projection of another world on this world.

He is feeling and controlling.

Dumbledore withdrew his gaze and pointed his wand at Greater London.

"The clouds are floating."

Just after a few breaths, the whole of London seemed to have returned to the last century, with clouds and mists covering everything.

Under Big Ben, No. 10, Downing Street.

In the Prime Minister's residence, the then Prime Minister was asking questions on the phone.

"What does an abnormality mean by the Thames River? Explain me what an abnormality mean!!"

Suddenly, behind him, in the fireplace.

Green flames rose and a figure walked out of it.

"Prime Minister!" he said.

The then Prime Minister was shocked by this sudden sound. Of course, he quickly stabilized and did not express any loss of composure.

He just hung up the phone and turned around to look at the person coming.

"Kinsley," he said to the visitor, "Your people seem to have caused me a lot of trouble."

"It's not big," Kingsley said.

The Prime Minister's eyes suddenly stern: "What does it mean."

"There may be something bad tonight," Kingsley said. "We have a premonition that happens, but we don't know the specific situation."

"What do you mean? What does it mean that bad things are about to happen?"

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"Gathering—conflict—is about to break out!" Kingsley said concisely: "I'm sent to protect you tonight."

"What about London?"

Kingsley was silent for a moment, then clanged: "Nothing will happen - after tonight."

The Prime Minister's nose twitched, and his anger gradually rose, but was suppressed by reason.

"The war in your wizarding world has burned here again, right? When was the last time? Germany in the 1930s?"

Kingsley said nothing, just shook his head.

The Prime Minister's expression remained unchanged, but he just returned to the table and leaned on the chair.

"Tell me why this time? Also, who promised that something would happen in London? What is your estimated casualty rate?"

As he said that, he picked up the phone at the same time, wanting to call the municipal department so that the police and fire departments will be ready to be on standby tonight.

"Prime Minister, there is no need!" Kingsley approached and temporarily suppressed his hand.

"Nothing will happen after tonight," Kingsley said: "No need to contact anyone, there is already someone on the Queen's side.

After tonight, no Muggle will be injured—the so-called casualty ratio is zero! ”

"Who promises me?" The Prime Minister couldn't suppress his anger, and then his eyes suddenly placed on the ring Kingsley's finger.

"Do your party leader give me the promise?"

"Yes." Kingsley nodded, saying word by word: "Nothing-nothing will happen!"

"It's like New York in 2006?" the Prime Minister asked again.

In New York for 2006, the wizards launched a small-scale urban battle there. After the war, they quickly used magic to eliminate the memories of all the people and repaired all the scars caused by the war with magic!

This is a secret blessing for others, but for the Prime Minister, on the first day of his sworn in, he learned about the interaction and struggle between the two worlds over the years.

And be familiar with this.

"Yes, it's like New York in 2006." Kingsley gave him a promise.

"I'm always waiting for post-war statistics." The Prime Minister said: "Don't let our common home suffer."

"I will never do that."

Meanwhile, deep in the diagonal alley.

A child walked towards the stands with flowers.

With great expectations, under the gaze of everyone, he came to Harry and handed a cluster of flowers to Harry.

"Mr. Savior!" He said enthusiastically and expectantly: "First place, I'll give it to you."

"Thank you." Harry nodded and reached out.

Just as his hand was getting closer, the next moment, it was dark and as if it was a skeleton, his hand stabbed out like an arrow.

The hand suddenly grabbed Harry's face, but Harry's reaction was extremely fast, and time seemed to slow down. When there was still a smile on his face around him, he retreated quickly.

And the next moment, the hand grabbed Harry's.

Captured!

Harry frowned, twisted his wrist, and grabbed the arm, and his fingertips, a gloomy and dead spirit filled his eyes.

boom--

A flash of lightning suddenly fell.

For a moment, smoke and dust rose everywhere.

The surroundings became quiet, and when the lightning disappeared, Harry suddenly saw someone standing in front of him.

Muen Jones.

The crowd around them was unclear, so they had no idea what was going on, and they looked at each other with their friends in a daze.

"Tsk" Mu En shook his head impatiently.

"I'm running away now, I'm so timid," he muttered.

"Uncle Muen, who is that?" Harry asked quickly.

"Tom." Mu En said casually, "It's still the same mouse."

"What is he going to do?" Harry frowned, full of confusion, and at the same time he felt a little worried.

And beside him, Draco could hear more clearly, which Tom? He only knows one Tom.

Then, he turned his eyes to the stands. He searched left and right, but could not find his parents' place.

Suddenly, his heart rose into his throat.

"He's here to try." Mu En continued, not caring about the change in Draco's expression next to him.

"He grabbed your hand, but he was not subjected to any backlash. The curse called 'love' has disappeared."

"He was completely resurrected? When?" Harry asked quickly, "And what?!"

"Then." Mu En turned around, his eyes penetrated the heavy clouds and mist, and looked at the big bench.

"And. I'm not sure, I'm just sure that nothing will happen tonight."

He looked at the children around him, waved his hand and smiled on his face.

"The game continues!"

"Check the final rating calculation!"